What is your greatest fear? I still remember that journal prompt from my 7th grade English class. I thought about my many, many fears and wondered how I could possible choose just one. I made a list and kept adding to it. I was afraid of loved ones dying, heights, not being ‘good enough’, snakes, […]
Risk adverse or risk mindful? You risk your life by not being mindful of risk. But you risk actually living your life by being too risk adverse. Risk mindful – take it into consideration, make decisions carefully and appropriately. I am careful of the when…I don’t make big decisions after dark, under the influence of
I want to go Where the wild things grow To learn all they know To see all they’ll show I want to go Where the wild things grow To learn the language the winds blow To embrace the pace of simple and slow I want to go Where the wild things
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The five o’clock shadow Looms But not on my chin I’m just waiting for the work to end When it does I’m more than ready Yet I find myself Drifting back in Unfinished thoughts Interactions on replay If only I could clock out and be out or at least get paid
There is an unfolding of time and place An etching of experiences A living, breathing, multi-dimensional map Depicting your personal ventures and explorations Shape and substance is developed Day by day Hour upon hour The choices you make The routes you take There is an evolution to being Life
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I define my own definition of success and I try to stick to it. I know that no one can help me on my path without first asking where I want to go. If they don’t ask, they are more of a hindrance than a help. I also know that if it’s the right
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There is no place far enough Distant enough Foreign enough To escape yourself Wherever you will go You will follow A true vacation Is where you learn To get along
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I watch the pastel hues fade Knowing the darkness will rise My eyes scan across the silhouette of the ridge As if somewhere on the other side Offers the promise of tomorrow But it is never really a promise, is it? A hope for some, an expectation for others But a promise?
Difference Isn’t it better to be different To try different things To experience things differently Than hold in you only indifference?
The Borghese galleries were the top priority on my agenda for the day. By the time Rome was just beginning to awaken, I was already half way there. Picking up the pace, I clutched my purse tightly to my side and prayed it contained the very detailed list from my mother. Whenever traveling, my mother